What will I say when he comes on the phone?! ‘Hello, who is this?’ His sultry voice came on the line. I melted. ‘Uh, s-someone you know from sch...ol,’ I stumbled. ‘Who is this?’ he asked again, with more curiosity in his tone. ‘Someone who wants to go out with you.’ There, I said it. I got it off my chest and I couldn’t take it back. A pause. It felt like eternity. ‘Are you hot?’ A typical question from someone like him, I thought to myself as he chuckled. ‘I can be whatever you want me to be.’ . Things starts to getinteresting about 1am in the morning when all the bottles of alcohol and bag of weed was empty everyone was drunk, we made a dance floor from our living room, Jane and Stacey took the liquid of some glowing stick I had in the house, and pour it on the wooden floor and the walls of our living room and switched off the light, the room glowed with different colour, it was fucking awesome. The mood was set, I was dancing with Stacey, my cock was on full erection as she kept on. It had been a warm day and the heat of it was still warm on the hood and as he let her down on the hood she let a sigh of delight out. Her dress had intentionally been left lifted to reveal her lack of panties and now he realised why she sighed. Her hand dropped and roamed over the large expanse of his manhood growing by the second within his jeans. He was well endowed and would do the job expertly in her mind. His experience for a young man surprised her and delighted her too. The low cut. The ride home was hard, I was drunk and I was also starting to get horny, as I held close to him my leather crotch would grind into his leather ass and every bump we hit his ass rubbed onto mine causing me to become more aroused. He yelled back at me, "be careful with that thing buddy I might hold you to it". When we got back he invited me in to sober up because I was too drunk to drive. I agreed, went inside and sat down. "Go in the bathroom and get those jeans off", he said to me, "you'll be.